Day 7 (3 entries)


9:18am – Interesting start to the day. M&M and I were primed to go to one of the two Fort Meyers disc golf courses that we’d located. I wake up to find a note saying they’ve absconded with my car and are going to the doctor. Now see, if I were to choose, I would DEFINITELY pick a disc golf course over a doctor’s office, but that’s just me. Hopefully, it’s not about the cases of sunburn we all received. But it very well could be.

3:27pm – After a little delay, we set out to find the Bay Oaks Disc Golf Course in Fort Meyers. We hit it and after only three holes, we were told that we aren’t allowed to play during school hours since the kids don’t want a driver to the face during recess. What’s the matter with kids today? So we got out of there (I stupidly left my Wraith out there and it was gone when we came back) On the way home, we stopped at a putt-putt course, and played two rounds. I won the first round over Mitch n’ Marsha by 1 stroke. Mitch whomped us the second round, with me playing lefty and Marsha not feeling well. Bravo.
Along the way, Marsha had help from a little friend.

That little guy managed to push the ball a few inches toward the hole before Marsha moved the ball and took her stroke. It was pretty amazing. We’re preparing ourselves for a lasagna dinner and then off to the casino tonight!

midnight – So something occurred to me as I was squandering some of the $95.95 that I would end up losing at the casino. And that thought was: “HEY! You don’t like slot machines! Stop putting money in them!” When at a casino, I like table games: let it ride, blackjack, even roulette. This casino only had ONE table game: hold’em (which I like), but not tournament style (I like tournament style) So there was not time at which I was up any money. There was a time fairly late in the day when I was only down $30, and I should have cut my losses, but I get spiteful when I’m upset at my luck. So I squandered money that I don’t particularly have in order to… I don’t know, have something to bitch about when I got back to the computer. So I hope all three of you that read this heed my warning: slot machines suck. Hopefully back on the course tomorrow so I can do what I came down here to do – get more skin ailments. Let’s see some stats (today/total)

Miles: 36.5 / 1650.2
Monies: -$101.95 / -$1,008.73
Courses played: ??? (we only played 3 holes, I don’t think that counts)
Skin maladies: 3 (poison ivy, chigger bites, and sunburn)

Day 6 (1 entry)


5:31pm – I’ll say this: “spelunker”. I’ll also go on to add, perhaps on an unrelated note, that Florida is obscenely hot. Although I don’t think I’ll rival the Ian Gillan-esque deep purple that I was five years ago, I will point out that I have turned a nice shade of the less popular band Cancer-Pink. I blame two things – Sanabel Island and this guy:

A halo appears when the sun’s heat kills an angel
Anyway, we’re back at my mom’s house, which looks uncannily like this:

She’s a landscape manicurist, my mother. She puts more hours of work into her yard than I do into my social life. Which explains a lot, come to think of it. But anyway, I only have six minutes of life left of battery, and I’m too l lazy to find my AC adaptor. So here’s two more pics. Mitch n’ Marsha (M&M, affectionately) and Mittenz and Fats. Enjoy.

Day 5 (6 entries)


5:34am – What the deuce am I doing up this early, you ask? Jonesin’ for the open road, I answer. And I can’t help but think how many birthdays I’ve completely overlooked lately.

8:11am – I’m officially putting in my bid to rename the South Carolina slogan. “South Carolina: we’re shaped like an infected liver.” Catchy, huh? Oh, and while driving through the torrential downpours, I did manage to catch this one:

McDonald’s newest sandwich for the overindulgent omnivore

10:55am – I’ve just gotten back from Owens Field Park in Columbia, SC. It was POURING as I was only miles away, so I tried to find shelter. Then, like as if a dream, it came like a beacon into my sight!

Stupid Fatz was closed
Cafe notwithstanding, I got out onto the course just as the rain was tapering off, and I had wonderful weather. Now, I wanted to like this course so much, and there were plenty of good, tight holes. I didn’t play well, and even considering, I almost liked this course. But its two drawbacks prevented me from liking it (the more and more it went on) For one, it was horrifically marked and there were walks of at least 200′ on every hole to get to the next tee (one walk I estimated to be over 1000′) I spent ten minutes trying to find hole 15. But even with that, I could have still liked this course.
What ultimately prevented that was the jails, which made Alcatraz seem kinda easy to get out of.

The tiny gap is 300′ away, and 5′ to the left of it is jail that takes at least three thumbers to escape from
Seriously, if you were not on the fairway, you spent about two or three shots getting back on, and that’s if you played smart and threw directly out and not tried to be a hero. I shot a +20 on the longest tees, and it felt like a worse round than that. I had some good putting going on to salvage something, and two birdies (and a total of four pars… woo) Not worth your while until they trim that crap.

2:29pm – Finished up Edisto Memorial Gardens DGC. What a simply remarkable looking course.
Easily one of the most beautiful open courses I’ve ever played.

Yes, I birdied both, and yes, those mandos are less than 3′ apart.
Stupidly easy (when I birdie the first three, it can’t be that tough a course) The first hole was 125′ with a few sporadic trees. Hmmm…. I was -4 after 14, and then I got lost and started throwing at wrong baskets and going all sorts of haywire. The last few holes are not well marked, and I counted at least 2 hole 18s. Hmmm once again. Great newbie course, and it marked my third ace run this trip (missed by less than a foot right)
Now I’m enjoying Comfort Inn. Not really the interior, but more their wireless internet connection. Yummy.

5:34pm – Days Inns are alright in my book too. The GA course I was gonna hit was a bust. Couldn’t find it. Looks like I’m gonna hit Daytona again – that was beautiful from what I remember. Then haul some adorable ass down to south Flordia.

midnight – Finally hit the mom’s. Played Daytona. No pics – the draught down here has not done wonders for the course asthetically. Played the most solid round of golf I’ve ever played, I think – 2 birds, no boges. Not one early tree, stupid up, or dinked putt. If I play like this during the trip, I’m cashing.

Miles: 820.2 / 1613.7
Money: -$77.05 / -$906.78
Rounds played: 3 / 7
Courses played: 3 / 7

Day 4 (1 entry)


10:04pm – It’s been a long and fruitful day, and by fruitful, I mean ripe with cucumbers. I actually saw a small sign on a dirt patch which said “cucumbers” and I thought it was a very sad tombstone indeed. Those poor veggies never stood a chance. Anyway….
There was no ball golf today as the course was mobbed. That’s fine as it allowed my father and I to go to Mac’s Breakfast Anytime.

Macs – it’s got a sign and everything
The south may be sketchy on their soda options, but man do they know their breakfast. Crisp bacon, scrumptious eggs shaken all to hell, and pancakes large enough to smother a small child. The price is right too. Apparently, they’re part of a small chain. Go there – it’s worth it.
From there, I saw the other sight West End NC boasts. Trees:

I imagine this is what Hell is like for disc golfers
Finally, it was time to escape from my father’s to play some disc golf. I hiked up to Moncure NC to play Swingin’ D.B.’s, which is a homemade private course. And why is it named Swingin’?

Hole 4 at Swingin’ D.B.’s, looking at the actual fairway
All baskets are dangling from trees on zipline for easy mobility and ingenious use of various household stuff. This course is the apotheosis of tight fairways, as several holes sported gaps of less than five feet. It is not a long course, so even early wood allows a good chance to save par, but this is TRULY a difficult course. And I felt like I played the round of my life. Using a Buzzz on nearly every hole, I hit probably around 80% of my gaps with seeming ease. My putting was alright, and if it weren’t for two circles (one which missed an ace by a foot and went long into the water, and another that cut-rolled over the road), the round would have been one of my best. I shot a +1, which was (to me) very gratifying. We were fortunate to have Chuck from NC as our personal tour guide, and many thanks (and kudos) go out to Chuck, Harold, and Mr. DB “It’s Me” himself. Thanks, guys.
I played with my brother Doug, who is an intermediate, who also shot well. Here he is, moments before an angry outburst:

Good form for yet another Sonderfan
From there we jetted over to Sanford NC to play O.T. Sloan Park. It is an extremely easy (yet well laid-out and meticulously manicured) course about 20 minutes from DB’s. I shot a disappointing Even (disappointing when you consider about 14 of the 18 holes are aceable, and certainly deucable). And here is the reason why I didn’t do well:
A great drive, kicked by a branchA lame putt, hitting the front of the basket
And we have arrived back at the Dad’s house, having eaten a terrific steak dinner courtesy of the culinary expertise of my father and stepmother, Magda. They make quite the cookin’ team. Quote my father about his cooking (really about everything): “I hope to kiss a duck’s foot” I leave for Florida at around 7am. Lots of golf left to play.

Stats: (today / total)
Miles: 116.2 / 793.5
Financial Status: -$25 / -829.73
Courses played: 2/ 4
Rounds played: 2 / 4
Times heard the name Mitch from someone else: 193 / 200

Day 3 (3 entries)

3:11pm – So you know that luck I didn’t get at Worlds? Or at Seneca? Or pretty much any time I seemingly play well at disc golf? I found out what happened to it – ball golf has stolen it. I played 18 holes with my father and I swear, aside from two (2) total bad kicks, I was getting love from the trees that would have made a tree sprite jealous. This included a screaming line drive that would have been OB by about six counties, and it hits the OB marker (which is a piece of pipe maybe 1 1/2 inches in diameter) and richochets back onto the fairway.

Ah, the form and look of a typical ball golfer.

I ended up shooting a 111, which is I think my best ever (I play ball golf once a year at most), including two pars (which I’ve only ever shot two others in my life) and a 25′ putt (which I don’t make in disc golf)

Financial status: paid $2.68 for sunscreen, but made a dollar off my dad.

3:50pm – I’m drinking Mello Yello. The South is filled with savages, I tells ya. SAVAGES!

8:29pm – I think for as much as people criticize my choice of wedding song with “Good Enough for Now”, a much worse choice would be “Creeping Death”. Just my opinion.

Day 2 (2 entries)

3:35pm – I was expecting zany adventures. I95 doesn’t lend itself to zany adventures. In fact, I95 is kinda the Renee Zellweger of highways – unattractive, unimpressive and tedious. Oh what I wouldn’t give for some shenanigans right now. My kingdom for a single hijink.

9:51pm – After eight hours in a Saturn, I was feeling the urge to play some disc golf. Mitch told me of a great course in NC called Zebulon, which I hadn’t played. I was optimistic. And after two holes, everything was still fine. But then I had the joy of spending at least 20 minutes trying to retrieve a disc that was Out of Bounds by only 5′, trekking through the inhospitable bog known as …. you know, I was going to proceed with my venomous lambaisting of Zebulon and how it is the incarnation of everything I despise about a course and how it is probably quite like birth except less rewarding and FAR more painful. But I’ll save you that. I’ll just leave you with this: if disc golf is your passion, then Zebulon might not be for you. However, if your true passion isn’t so much in disc golf, but rather foraging through Amazonian-river-basinesque foliage and topography, narrowly avoiding trenchfoot, praying the plant and/or animal that just punctured your chest isn’t too lethal, and wishing you were undergoing surgery instead of finishing your laborious round, then I highly recommend Zebulon. It won’t disappoint.

The two hour car ride that followed that was among the most looked-forward to in my life. I’m currently at my Dad’s house in West End, NC, amazed that I have any wireless signal.

Miles traveled so far (today/total): 609.2 / 677.3
Financial Trends (being cautiously optimistic as if I’m going to make money at some point) -$60.99 / -$803.05
Rounds played: 1 / 2
Courses played: 1 / 2

Day 1 (1 entry)

11:20pm – Okay, so I fully realize my trip doesn’t start until tomorrow. The two things I assume I will do excessively on this trip are 1) play disc golf and 2) spend money. Because I did both today, I justified starting my storytelling one day early. I played doubles at Warwick and played well, but didn’t cash (my partner was pretty new to the game). I think I need to take a look at this trip and already brand it a financial failure. I’ve spent exactly $742.06 on this trip, and I have only traveled about 40 miles. (Entry fees, digital camera, new golf shoes, food…) A this rate, I’m going to be a very sad Derek in 5 weeks.

On the bright side, I’ve already been to two states, played one round of golf, and realized at least one thing I forgot to pack. I leave in less than 9 hours. The excitement is so thick you could use it as a shim.

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